The moccasins in the closet
By Michelle Nieviadomy
For the first part of my life, my journey took me as far from being “Cree” as I could possibly steer myself.
Nothing fosters an identity crisis like being uncomfortable in one’s own skin. I grew up as a Cree iskwesis (girl) in a predominantly white town, in the heart of bitterly cold Saskatchewan. I was different, and I knew it. And while my parents tried to embrace who I was, I tried to run far, far away from everything Indian in me. (more…)
